On the set.

Yang Guo was lying next to Grandma Sun, howling non-stop.

The little dragon girl watched from the side, her eyes first showed a trace of nostalgia, then the corners of her eyebrows drooped slightly, turning into a trace of sadness, and finally regained her calmness, and the corner of her right lip seemed to be undetectably picked;

"Why are you crying when people are dead? If you cry for her like this, she won't know. ”

The tone was soft, and the speed of speech was slow, as if he was afraid of waking up Grandma Sun;

But this lightness and slowness, coupled with her eyes and expressions, seemed to want to fall into some kind of memory.

A feeling called "stunned" wanders inexplicably in the camera......

“CUT！”

"This is over!"

Zhang Dadao watched this picture repeatedly, constantly touching his beard with his hands, and the more he looked at it, the more he felt that the little dragon girl in the lens had an indescribable taste.

The cold face that seems to be like a fairy makes people dare not approach from a distance, but the incense that leaks faintly from the corners of the eyebrows seems to have two more human touches.

"Human, not human. ”

Such a word suddenly popped up in my head, and I felt that this was simply the best comment on the little dragon girl......

"Fei Fei's performance is awesome, the taste of the little dragon girl is completely performed!" Zhang Dadao gave a thumbs up without hesitation.

"That, I'm sorry, Director Zhang, can I reshoot this one?" Liu Feifei, who came over to watch the video, said timidly.

Seeing Director Zhang's surprised expression, the little fairy was slightly frightened: "I feel that the one just now has not yet performed the taste of [see through]."

Zhang Dadao turned his head, but saw the expression on Yang Zhu's face not far away, which seemed to be smiling, and it was a little clear.

The thug waved: "One more!"

…………

After 1 hour,

Liu Feifei cried with a sad little face, and walked to Yang Zhu's side tremblingly.

Seven or eight in a row, none of which could meet Yang Zhu's requirements at the beginning, and she was never able to express the deep sense of "seeing through the impermanence of life and death......

Snorted twice, Yang Zhu showed an expression of "Sure enough, it's just like that".

Flutteringly threw down the sentence "Two days, eighteen facial expressions, each practiced 200 times!"

And then it was gone......

Looking at Liu Feifei, who was pale, Zhang Dadao, who was not far away, was pity and emotion.

What if the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold? In just a few days, Liu Feifei's acting skills have brought such a big surprise to herself, it seems that she has really found the right person.

Looking at the perfunctory howl of "Yang Guo" like a second fool in the camera, how does Zhang Dadao look at it and how do you feel poking in the eyes.

…………

At night, Wan Jing's room.

The little white rabbit watched Liu Feifei grinning in the mirror with various expressions, and kept counting "124, 125......"

Interrupt her from time to time and help her adjust the movements of her eyebrows and eye corners in the past: "When expressing sadness, it is best to have the size of the eyebrows and eye sockets on the left and right sides inconsistent, so that it is more camera-sensitive, the left eyeball skims again, the eyelid is lowered a little more, and stares at the lower left corner 60 degrees to look at the ......"

Then he walked to the other side and helped Yang Rui's waist, who was constantly practicing walking: "When imitating lameness, although the strength of emptying your right leg is the key, you have to remember that Lu Wushuang is also a young and beautiful girl, she will never allow herself to bend over and walk like an old cripple, so you have to pay attention to your waist and be sure to hold it as straight as possible......"

After some hard practice, both of them collapsed on the sofa, and the little white rabbit who was the "assistant teacher" on the side was not much better.

She now knows that although the word "teacher" is quite cool, it is really not a human job, and in just a few days, she feels haggard......

"Sister Wan, when you filmed this "Silk Play", did you really just debut for half a year?" Yang Rui, who took out the video to "study and study", asked curiously, she is now a little fan of ancient music.

The little white rabbit nodded.

"Wow~!, really fake?"

"This Kunqu opera figure, this facial expression management, this drama, this charm, you can practice it in a few months? You are too good!" The little fan girl was a little incredible, and she looked yearning:

"If only one day, I could reach the level of Sister Wan. ”

The little white rabbit's face turned gray:

"Huh...... If you only sleep 5 hours a day, planing 1 hour for eating, drinking, and lazing, spending 10 hours practicing Kunqu opera, 2 hours learning ancient etiquette, 2 hours of ancient Chinese recitation, 1 hour of tea ceremony, and 3 hours of BOSS special homework, you can also do ......"

Yang Rui and Liu Feifei originally felt that they had been driven crazy by all kinds of intensive training in the past few days, but when they heard what happened to their sister Wan, they realized that their things were completely just kindergarten level.

Thinking that one day in the future, they would be like Sister Wan, and the two of them couldn't help but start trembling.

Wan Jing saw the fear on the faces of the two, and suddenly felt a lot more relaxed.

"Do you know how many times I filmed this "Silk Play"?"

The two shook their heads.

"At that time, I was wearing this 12-pound household bag, and I jumped 107 times! All in one day, and no deviation was allowed in each time!"

The two covered their mouths incredulously.

"You can look at the second half carefully, every character change is made up of dozens of video clips, and if there is any change in action, the edited video will not be smooth. ”

"So, after this set of videos, my hands were swollen for a week!"

"Trust me, your real suffering is still to come......" the White Rabbit smiled ill-intentionedly.

Well...... Isn't he also a near-ink black, and he's about to be assimilated by his own boss?

…………

A few days later, on the set.

in ancient tombs, on stone beds;

Xiaolongnu highlighted a mouthful of blood "wow" and looked at Yang Guo who was at a loss next to her;

The left eyebrow twitched slightly, as if he was enduring pain, but his face was extremely flat: "I finished spraying blood, so I won't spray it;"

Between the words, his head was raised slightly, and his gaze crossed Yang Guo's shoulder, as if he was looking at this wall in a daze;

Turning his eyes to look at the camera, his chin was slightly raised, and his eyes drooped a little weakly: "What's there to be sad about?"

There was a kind of indifference and a hint of tiredness in his tone......

“CUT！”

"Very good~!

Liu Feifei, who got up, didn't even have to look at Yang Zhu's face.

He quickly pleaded: "Director Zhang, can I do it again? I feel that my [sense of relief] is not performing." ”

Zhang Daoxin said: Here we go again!

During this period of time, Liu Feifei took the initiative to ask for reshoots a surprising number of times, and every time the director felt very good, but once this little girl saw Yang Zhu's stinky face behind her, she would consciously ask for a reshoot;

For Director Zhang, this is really a happy distress.

Happiness is because with Liu Feifei's continuous remakes, the final film really has a little more flavor than the original, and the role of "Little Dragon Girl" has been portrayed more and more flesh and blood, and the feeling of "human-like and non-human" is about to come out;

The distress is because, firstly, it inevitably slows down the filming progress, and secondly, with the brilliance of the heroine, the male protagonist who plays "Yang Guo" becomes more and more unwatchable.

As for the rest of the burning funds and the like, it's not a matter at all!

It's a pity that his request to Yang Zhu to help train Huang Ming two days ago was ruthlessly rejected, although he hated it so much, but he had no choice but to make an appointment in front of him, and he didn't take care of it.

Hating iron and glaring at "Yang Guo", Zhang Dadao waved his hand:

"Attention departments, one more!"

…………

Another hour passed.

The trembling little fairy walked up to Yang Zhu, lowered her head, didn't dare to look at his black face, and said:

"I'm sorry, I still didn't ...... that [sense of relief] performance"

Although Yang Zhu knew that the teenage girl could feel like a ghost in the performance of "Liberation from the burden of life" in a short period of time, this little girl seemed to be a little floating these days, which was not good.

So he said in an indescribable tone of ridicule:

"Oh~~~!It turns out that Miss Fei Fei also knows that she didn't perform the most important part of this scene?"

"I thought you old man had forgotten who he was for the past two days. ”

"When I was lecturing to you yesterday, my ear was thrown in the washing machine?"

"What's the matter, after a few words of praise from Director Zhang, you really think you are a qualified actor?"

"I'm telling you, at your current level, it's better than you to play a group performance on the side of the road!"

"To be formed, but not to be formed;"

"To look at it, the eyes are glazed;"

"Body language, body like a piece of wood!"

"If you want lines, the lines are as scummy as Huang Ming!"

"Tell me about you, what kind of actor are you, wouldn't it be nice to go back and be a model?

…………

After more than ten minutes of scolding in public, the little fairy had a thin face after all.

"Wow!" squatted on the ground and cried......

The grievance of crying, the hoarseness, broke the hearts of the actors and staff next to them.

But afraid of Yang Zhu's notoriety, no one stepped forward to appease, so they had to stare at him with hateful eyes, hoping to kill this "beast" with their eyes.

…………

"Who is bullying my daughter!" a murderous female voice came from outside the crowd.

Immediately, a figure pounced on Liu Feifei.

"Nannan, Nannan, who bullied you, tell Mom!"

Liu Feifei raised her teary-eyed little head:

"Mom......"